I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 66 66.Birth Ceremony

Xia Feng naturally recognized that the woman in the glazed coffin was the mysterious woman he met in his dream.

In the dream, she said that she had a husband, and she should be referring to Wang Jue.

But the strange thing is, since it is the princess in the glass coffin, who was outside before?

But before Xia Feng could think about it, a cracking sound came from the ceiling.

Bang——

A figure crashed out of the wall, flew through the air like a cannonball, and hit the ice-blue glazed coffin. Boom——

Ripples rippled on the surface of the glazed coffin, and the figure was bounced off by the huge force and fell into the wall, filling the air with smoke and dust.

"Cough, cough——"

Xia Feng heard that it was Zhao Jie coughing in severe pain, and he was probably seriously injured.

"Click, click, click, click—" A series of photographing sounds came. Xia Feng looked back and found that Wei Shutong had appeared behind him at some point, holding a camera and taking pictures in a glass cabin.

It was a capsule filled with nutrient solution leaning against the corner. There was a girl's head suspended in the transparent glass, with empty eyes.

"Hey, Old Wei, you're still in the mood to take pictures when you're surrounded?!" More and more white-faced people rushed into the corridor, and Xia Feng and the others had no choice but to retreat step by step.

"Boy, you have to learn to be calm and calm when dealing with anything. Only then will you be handsome." The man in a suit with his back hair pressed the shutter button with his left hand, and at the same time raised the shotgun to the side in his right hand, bang——

The fire snake gulped, and the white-faced man who charged towards him had blood on his head and fell to the ground.

"Handsome girl!" Xia Feng cursed, flipping the sword over and pushing the blade back. The white-faced man rushing behind him spat out blood and fell to the ground.

Swish——

Xia Feng drew his sword and rushed towards Mushroom who was lying on the ground. He picked it up by the waist, rolled it several times on the ground and rushed out of the besieging crowd, landing smoothly next to Wei Shutong.

"You came."

Wei Shutong put down the camera and thrust a large stack of photos and a USB flash drive directly into Xia Feng's hands.

"Come on, sister! What is going on?" Xia Feng subconsciously took the photo and USB flash drive and was stunned, "No, what are you doing giving me this?"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang—" Dense muzzles appeared around Wei Shutong, and he began to fire in circles.

The outside of the gun array was immediately surrounded by Wei Shutong, and was plunged into a hail of bullets, with blood flying everywhere.

"Hey! There are people of our own outside!" Xia Feng was shocked.

"Then let them wish for themselves."

Wei Shutong said casually, turned around and said seriously, "Two things. First, give the photo to the big-faced cat. His location is written on the back of the photo. Remember to tell him that it has been confirmed that his granddaughter is dead! Second, Keep the USB flash drive in a safe place. If you really can’t keep it, give it to someone you trust.”

"Okay, that's it! You can go."

As he finished speaking, a crack opened slightly in the gun array, and a small door leading to the outside world appeared outside.

"Shua—" At this moment, the muzzle of the gun went silent, and a bloody knife penetrated the gun formation, and the tip of the knife stayed in front of Wei Shutong's forehead.

"One of our own!" Xia Feng shouted to the woman in black dress outside.

The gun array separated, Wei Shutong frowned and looked at Mu Qingtong: "Can she be trusted?"

"Can."

"Okay, you both go." Wei Shutong stepped on his feet, a wave of energy spread out, and the two of them were immediately knocked out of the door.

"Wait a minute, there are still mushrooms!"

"It's more dangerous for her to follow you." The shotgun in Wei Shutong's hand turned into a hunting knife. Holding the knife and wearing a suit, he stopped in front of the door and shouted solemnly, "We will protect her, you go!"

Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong looked at each other. Neither of them were nagging people. Since they chose to believe in Wei Shutong, they would believe it to the end.

"Walk!"

The two turned around and quickly got into the dense forest.

*

When Wang Jue came to the laboratory, except for the ice-blue glazed coffin in the center which was intact, the surrounding area had been turned into ruins and filled with fire.

A group of white-faced men were scattered around cleaning the battlefield.

Wang Jue looked at everything around him with a gloomy face, suppressing his anger and said in a deep voice, "Where are the people?"

"Wei Shutong was caught by us and fell into a coma after he was left behind." Zhao Jie lowered his head in cold sweat, "But Li Hongdou was snatched away by a cat-faced man."

"Snatched?!" Wang Jue suddenly turned his head and stared at Zhao Jie with a majestic gaze, as if he wanted to eat someone.

Zhao Jie hurriedly lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

"There are only two days until the princess is born."

A man in black robes walked out of the shadows. He was wearing a white mask with a blood-red figure 8 on it. His voice was hoarse, "Master Wang Jue, I think you should understand that without Li Hongdou recognizing the existence of the princess, it would be difficult for the princess's spirit body to exist." After completing the birth ceremony, it is even more impossible to merge with the divine body."

As he said that, the 8-faced man looked up at the woman wearing the ancient divine phoenix dress in the glazed coffin.

At the same time, a woman in a red dress walked in outside the door, and everyone quickly stepped back three meters away.

The shield of the woman in the red dress has disappeared, and the exposed chin is the same as the one in the glass coffin.

She walked slowly around the glass coffin like a ghost, and finally stood in front of the glass coffin, silently looking up, but her eyes were still covered by black gauze and she could not see anything.

But what is visible to the naked eye is that wisps of spiritual light appear on the surface of the woman in the red dress and float towards the glass coffin. This is obviously a very stable soul body that can exist in the human world for a long time.

Wang Jue frowned and stared at the soul body: "Are you sure she will recognize me as her master when she opens her eyes?"

"Don't worry, Lord Wangjue."

The 8-faced man smiled lightly and said, "The information from our Shenhe Society is correct. According to records, when this woman wakes up and opens her eyes, her pupils will be filled with golden light. When the golden light recedes, the first thing she notices will be Human beings will regard it as their master and provide it for their use.”

As he said that, the 8-faced man shook his head again, "But the premise is that the princess's spirit body can complete the birth ceremony and merge with the divine body before the day after tomorrow, otherwise all the efforts will be in vain."

"Lord Wang Jue, Li Hongdou is the key to the birth of the princess. I suggest you catch her as soon as possible."

Wang Jue naturally understood the key point and glanced at Zhao Jie, "What are you still waiting for? Go arrest him!"

"Yes!" Zhao Jie quickly clasped his fists and retreated.

"Mr. Eight, my subordinates are seriously disabled and there is no one available, so I wonder if Mr. Eight can go and help me with something?"

"Your Majesty Wang Jue, it doesn't matter."

The 8-faced man smiled lightly and said, "Although the Shen'e Society failed to invade District 51 this time, we have seen Lord Wang Jue's sincerity, so it is our duty to help you with some small things."

Wang Jue nodded and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"There are two little guys among the people who escaped, one is named Xia Feng and the other is Mu Qingtong. The photos and USB drives in their hands are very detrimental to me."

"I would also like to ask Mr. Eight to go into the Evil Dragon Forest."

"oh?"

The 8-faced man thought thoughtfully, "Xia Feng, I've heard of him. It is said that this kid has made a sensation in Weiyang by replicating spiritual weapons. He is a rare talent."

"Talent is talent, but it's a pity that we chose the wrong team."

Wang Jue smiled lightly and reminded in a deep voice, "But Mr. Eight, your spiritual weapon is a rare B-level spiritual weapon. Please do not use it in front of that kid, otherwise it will be very troublesome for him to copy it."

"Haha~ Then Wang Jue can rest assured."

The 8-faced man shook his head and chuckled, "I am a highly evil person, and my spiritual weapon has been seriously contaminated by the evil force. If he dares to copy my spiritual weapon, he can try it. I am afraid that he will have the chance to copy it but not use it~"